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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.