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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.