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 India and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.