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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Jandek to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.