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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.