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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
PIL,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.