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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.