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 Tonga 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
UT,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.