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 Cameroon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.