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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.