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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.