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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Japan,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.