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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.