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 Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the grime 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.