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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
June Days,
Main Source,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Gong,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.