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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.