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 Monaco 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.