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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Television,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.