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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Index,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.