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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.