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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.