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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Faust,
Can,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.