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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
DNA,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.