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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
June Days,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.