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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Y Pants to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
The Gories,
The Standells,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.