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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.