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 Ivory Coast 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.