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 Moldova and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.