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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.