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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.