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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.