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 Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 808 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills 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?
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.