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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.