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 Japan 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 snare 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.