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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Model 500,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.