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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
The Martian,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.