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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the funk 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.