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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.