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 Germany 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
MDC,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.