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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.