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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
CMW,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.