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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.