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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Happenings to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.