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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City 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?
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.