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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
the Association,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.