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 Bangladesh 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.