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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.