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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.