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 Afghanistan 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Model 500,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.