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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.