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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up 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 McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.