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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Flipper,
Nas,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Q65,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.