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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.