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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
EPMD,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.