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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Ten City to the techno 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
MDC,
The Human League,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.