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 Fiji and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Misunderstood to the dance 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.