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 Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.