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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.