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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Ronan,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.