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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.