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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Television,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.