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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.