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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.