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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.