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 Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.