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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.