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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.