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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.