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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.