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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Cymande 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.