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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.