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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.