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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
JFA,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.