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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.