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 Iran and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.