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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.