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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick 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?
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Television,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.