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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Can,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.