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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.