Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.