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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
JFA,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.