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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Residents to the rap 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.