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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.