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 Laos and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.