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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.