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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.