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 France and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.