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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.