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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 a-ha to the rap 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.