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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.