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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.