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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.