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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.