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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
New Order,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.