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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.