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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.