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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.