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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.