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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
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.