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 East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.