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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.