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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fortunes to the techno 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.