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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.