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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.