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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Index,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.