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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.