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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the crunk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.