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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Liliput,
Swans,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.