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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.