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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Scion,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.