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 Congo and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.