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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.