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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Lakeside to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
DNA,
UT,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.