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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.