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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.