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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.