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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.