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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.