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 Iran and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.