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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.