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 Morocco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 The Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.