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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.