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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.