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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.