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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.