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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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.