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 Ethiopia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.