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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.