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 Maldives 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.