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 Paraguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.