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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day 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?
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.