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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.