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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.