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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Swans,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.