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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Qualms,
ABC,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.