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 Tunisia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Mars,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.