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 Philippines and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.