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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.