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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.