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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.