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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.