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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Technova to the electroclash 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.