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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Index,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Unwound,
Slave,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.