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 Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mojo Men to the punk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Index,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.