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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
the Slits,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.