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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.