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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Scion,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.