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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Lower 48 to the jazz 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.