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 Yemen and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.