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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.