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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
EPMD,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.