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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.