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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.