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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.