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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Scion,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.