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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Scion,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.