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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.