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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.