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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.