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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.