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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The Fugs to the crunk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.