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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Organ,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.