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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Agitation Free to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.