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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.