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 Micronesia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
the Swans,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.