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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound to the rap 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
MDC,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.