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 Israel and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.