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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.