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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.