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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Pole,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.