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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Yaz to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.