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 Czech Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Red Krayola to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.