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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.