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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.