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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.