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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.