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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Swans,
ABC,
Hoover,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.