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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.