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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Ludus,
June Days,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.