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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.