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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Reagan Youth to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.