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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Drexciya to the grunge 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.