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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 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?
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.