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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.