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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.