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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.