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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.