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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.