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 Uganda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Crime,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.