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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.