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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.