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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.