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 Nepal 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy 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?
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Franke,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.