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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.