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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.