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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
The Standells,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.