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 Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.