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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Amazonics to the disco 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.