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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
PIL,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.