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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.