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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
The Wake,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.