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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.