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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.