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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.