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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Red Krayola to the dance 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.