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 Nauru 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the techno 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.