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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the jazz 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Franke,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.