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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.