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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
The Doors,
Wire,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.