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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Anakelly to the crunk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.