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 Bulgaria 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Searchers,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.