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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.