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 Israel 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.