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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Pantaleimon to the funk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.