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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer 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 Wings 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.