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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.