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 Brunei 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.