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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.