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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.