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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.