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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.