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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.