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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.