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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.