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 Syria 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 E-Dancer to the crunk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Wire,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.