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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.