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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.