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 Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Ossler to the crunk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.