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 Yemen and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Main Source to the rap 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Fear,
Jandek,
Mars,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.