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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
MDC,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.