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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.