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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.