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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 The Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.