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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.