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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.