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 Guatemala 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.