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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 the Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.