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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.