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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Pole,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.