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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the funk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.