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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.