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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.