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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funky Four + One to the funk 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.