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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.