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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.