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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s 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 CMW 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?
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.