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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.