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 Australia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.