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 East Timor and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Television,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.