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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.