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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The New Christs 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.