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 Laos and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.