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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.