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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.