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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Sonic Youth to the funk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.