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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.