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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pylon to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.