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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fuzztones to the funk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Monks,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.