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 Yemen and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.