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 Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
CMW,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.