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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.