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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Ossler to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.