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 Turkey and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 June Days to the jazz 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.