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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Skaos to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.