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 Lesotho and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Q65,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.