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 India and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Japan,
Index,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.