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 Albania 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.