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 South Sudan 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.