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 Belize 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.