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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.