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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.