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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.