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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.