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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions 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?
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.