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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the techno 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Franke,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.