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 Cambodia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.