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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 One Last Wish 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.