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 Lebanon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.