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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deepchord to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.