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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.