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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.