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 Norway 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.