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 Singapore 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.