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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.