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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Pole,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.