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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
UT,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.