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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.