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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Lindisfarne to the punk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.