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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Can,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Urselle,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.