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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Slave to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.