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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Drexciya to the grunge 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.