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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.