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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the rap 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Japan,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.