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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Mars,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.