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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.