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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.