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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Moebius,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.