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 Comoros and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.