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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.