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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
New Order,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Slave,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.