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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Quantec to the punk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Visage,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.