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 Gambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Television,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.