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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.