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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.