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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Neu! 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Japan,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.