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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.