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 Peru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.