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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Nas,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
ABC,
Gong,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.