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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
UT,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.