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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Television,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.