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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.