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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Mars,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.