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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.