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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.