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 Korea North and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.