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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.