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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cosmic Jokers 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.