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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.