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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.