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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.