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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Index,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.