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 East Timor and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.