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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 K-Klass 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.