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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.