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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 ABC to the techno 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.