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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 The Mighty Diamonds 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.