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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
The Move,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
New Order,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.