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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Association to the grunge 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.