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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.