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 Bhutan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.