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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 ABC to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Television,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.