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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Harmonia 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.