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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.