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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.