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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.