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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.