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 Laos and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Winnipeg and Portland.
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 güiro 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.