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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.