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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.