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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.