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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Faust,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.