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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.