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 Ghana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.