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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Blancmange to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.