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 Lithuania 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.