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 Jordan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.