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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.