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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 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 World's Most to the dance 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
The Move,
Q65,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.