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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Urselle,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.