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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 The Raincoats to the funk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.