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 Thailand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Little Man,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.