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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 The Mummies to the crunk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
the Association,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
ABC,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.