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 Brunei and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.