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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.