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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
The Index,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.