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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.