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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Pole,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.