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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.