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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.