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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Darondo,
Monks,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
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.