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 Niger 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.