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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.