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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.