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 Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the grime 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.