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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.