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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Nico,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.