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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.