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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.