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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.