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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Monolake,
The Wake,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.