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 Namibia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.