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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.