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 Singapore and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.