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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.