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 Georgia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 808 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Technova,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.