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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Drexciya 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.