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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.