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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.