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 Kuwait and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.