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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.