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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Toasters to the electroclash 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.