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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.