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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Television,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.