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 Poland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
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.