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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.