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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Suicide,
10cc,
Wire,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.