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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the disco 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.