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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Icehouse to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Qualms,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.