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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Ossler,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.