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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.