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 Cambodia and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.