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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Faust,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.