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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.