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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.