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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.