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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.