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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.