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 Canada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.