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 Guyana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Pole,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.