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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.