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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 The American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
PIL,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.