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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.