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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.