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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.