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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
The Evens,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.