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 Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Letta Mbulu to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.