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 Liberia and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.