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 Germany and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Aswad 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
PIL,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.