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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.