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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.