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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.