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 Nigeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.