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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.