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 Slovenia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Can,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.