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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Index,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.