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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
a-ha,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.