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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.