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 Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the grime 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.