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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Japan,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.