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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Wire,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.