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 Egypt and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.