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 Bangladesh 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Can,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.