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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.