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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.