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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Hoover,
X-101,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.