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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s.
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 The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.