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 Syria 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.