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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.