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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
UT,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.