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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.