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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Fear,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.