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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.