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 Mauritania 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Essential Logic 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.