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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.