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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.