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 Czech Republic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.