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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fat Boys to the grime 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.