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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Ultravox to the crunk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Franke,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.