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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 Index to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.