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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.