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 Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.