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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 Rapeman to the rap 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.