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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Frankie Knuckles 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Interpol,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.