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 Liberia and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.