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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.