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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Can,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.