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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.