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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Fear,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.