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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.