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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
The Sound,
AZ,
Q65,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.