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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.