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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.