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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 The Last Poets to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.