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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.