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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the grime 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Nico,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.