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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.