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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the rap 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.