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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Nas,
X-101,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.