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 Argentina 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.