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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Japan to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.