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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.