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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Organ,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.