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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.