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 Belgium 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.