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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.