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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.