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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.