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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Pagans to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.