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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Loose Ends 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.