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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
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 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.