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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.