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 Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Index,
Faust,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.