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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.