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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.