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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.