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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Franke,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.