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 Turkmenistan 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.