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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Television,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.