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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.