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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 808 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.