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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.