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 Benin 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.