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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Deakin to the funk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.