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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.