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 Morocco 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
UT,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.