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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.