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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the rap 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.