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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.