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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Normal to the electroclash 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.