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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 guitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.