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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Excepter to the jazz 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Index,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.