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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.