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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.