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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.