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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.