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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.