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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 snare 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.