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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Magma to the punk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.