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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.