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 Belize and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.