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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.