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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Mars,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.