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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.