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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 chamberlin 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.