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 Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.