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 Thailand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.