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 Albania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
The Associates,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.