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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.