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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.