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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.