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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
AZ,
Sparks,
Rakim,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.