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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.